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I
left my home so long ago
so
many places I wanted to go,
Years
went by and now I know
I
was on the road to midnight.
I
didn't bother looking back
always
thought I was on the right track,
Going
from place to place
with
a pack on my back,
On
the road to midnight.
Now
I feel tired and old
lonely
and cold,
With
no one to love
no
one to hold,
The
whiskey and rum
has
taken it's toll
on
the road to midnight.
The
pack that I carry
is
all that I own,
Now
I'm trying to make it home
and
settle down, too long I've roamed
on
the road to midnight.
Tomorrow
the sun will shine again
am
I too late, too late to begin
a
life with you, when the day is new
away
from the road to midnight.
©
Copyright Pauline Doucet 1999
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